I realize that I’m very late in posting this.  It just slipped my mind.  Forgive me, please.  I realize that as I reflect on this occasion now my thoughts and feelings are probably different then they were at that moment.  My hopes for writing these Spotted Cow Tales was to capture a moment in time, and to reflect on a specific moment weeks later can easily loose the impact of that occasion.  On the other hand, writing some time later offers an opportunity to step back and look at the moment in a much larger lens.  For good or bad, here’s the latest installment of my Spotted Cow Tales.

There are moments in life that seem to slip by, almost unnoticed.  There are moments that we take for granted because they have become routine.  There are moments that we don’t notice because we have numerous other things going on at the same time.  And then there are moments that we never expect to have any impact on our lives.  A few weeks ago Lauren and I shared one of those moments.  I don’t remember what day it was, but we were sitting on the couch together watching TV.  I don’t even remember what show we were watching.  Truth be told, I probably wouldn’t even remember the moment if it didn’t involve a Spotted Cow.  I’m not saying that the Spotted Cow defined that moment for me (sorry New Glarus), but since I’ve been writing about each of the six bottles it became something that I forced myself to think about.

There really isn’t much to even say about our evening.  I offered Lauren a Spotted Cow, and she declined because she felt like those were mine.  I assured her that I would be more than happy if she would have one.  “You’re worth it,” I told her.  I got up from the couch, walked over to the fridge, pulled the Spotted Cow from the fridge, opened the top, and brought it back to her.  That’s it.  I feel as if I’ve even romanticized the moment by writing about getting up and getting it from the fridge.  We sat a watched TV.

I’m glad that I’ve waited to write this chapter until now.  It’s been good to think back to that seemingly unimportant evening.  Life has been so busy for both of us lately.  School is in full swing for Lauren.  She has projects due and tests to take and critiques to be received.  I have something going on every day this month.  I’m having to make list in order to get everything done, and I’m not a list person.  We haven’t had a day to just be together in I don’t know how long.  I miss that.  It’s been nice to think back to a evening spent so casually.  Maybe I can try to move some things around so we can have some quality time like that again soon.  I’ll certainly raise a glass to that.